As I assume my previous transmission failed, I’ll repeat:
Requesting assistance. I’ve encountered a group of hostile .. creatures within what appears to be a business district, and am headed in the direction of a chapel.
An explanation would suffice.
I seem to have sustained a legitimate injury from those beasts-not T carriers. Perhaps a strain of G? Oh, Umbrella, just how many towns did you sink your crooked teeth into? I suppose I’ll have to uproot them, won’t I? I will not tolerate ghosts of the past to haunt my budding empire.
I’d like to say I was terribly interested in this god-forsaken town, but this development is .. troubling, if nothing else. On top of my own business being interrupted, it would seem I’ve got quite the mess to clean.
I wonder, Spencer, have you claimed this wasteland as yours? My generosity, if so, is boundless-I’ll dig your grave.
But wasn’t I just- .. impossible.